Jenna Ortega Imagines

Comfort Person (Part 2)

2nd Person POV:

All day you couldn't stop smiling, the dream you had felt so real, even if it wasn't, it still made you smile. You loved it. You wished it was real, you really did. But unfortunately, you were stuck in reality. The real world.

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Today was the day. You were on your way to go see the Jenna Ortega in one of her interviews on the red carpet of the Emmy's. You were excited, your best friend got you the best spot available as your birthday gift.

"God, I'm so excited." You squealed to Lana who chuckled at your eager behavior. "Thank you thank you thank you so much, Lans."

Lana ruffled your hair, guiding you over to the closest spot by the red rope that separates the celebrities and the paparazzi. "You're welcome, girl. Just be on the look out for Jenna." She smiled a she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You kept your eyes out for your celebrity crush, you got a little distracted by Tom Holland who previously walked by, he looked really good in his suit.

"Here she comes~" Lana sang in your ear teasingly and softly as your head snapped on the direction she was pointing to. And there she was, the goddess herself, walking down the carpet. You saw Jenna taking pictures with fans, signing whatever they wanted and posing for the cameras. When she finally approached your section, she gave you a big smile.

"Hi." You mumbled shyly, no longer feeling Lana's presence beside you, instead she was giving you some space with your crush.

"Hey." Jenna replied back softly, normally she wouldn't spend this much time making small talk but there was something about you that kept her there. "How are you?" She surprisingly asked.

You swallowed your nerves as you managed a smile. "I'm good, how are you?"

"Pretty well." Jenna looked at you, noticing how you began to feel a little less nervous. "What's your name?"

"Uh, Y-Y/N." You stuttered out, Jenna thought it was adorable.

"Is there anything you'd like me to sign? Maybe a picture?" Jenna asked gently as you nodded, holding up your phone to tell her you wanted a picture. "Okay, let's see that." She carefully grabbed your phone, holding the camera out with her left hand as her right arm wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled, feeling like the happiest 18 year old ever.

When she snapped the picture, you expected her to give you your phone back, but she didn't. Instead, she grabbed your hand to use your finger print to unlock your phone. You watched her open your contacts app and type in what looked liked to be her phone number.

Your eyes widened in shock as she handed you your phone back, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "Give me a call when this event is over, we can talk more later." She smiled at you, and you were so grateful that you turned 18. "Oh, and happy birthday, Y/N."

After she winked at you, your brain began to think of how she knew it was your birthday. But you didn't care. You just got the Jenna Ortega's phone number. And she wants to meet.

You couldn't be happier.

"If this is a dream, don't wake me." You screamed excitedly to Lana who watched the entire interaction with a smile, giggling as you shook her shoulders.